The Assassin's Enemy Lover

326 The story of Loch Ness Star’s prime minister

Who in the federation would stand to gain the most? The answer was in the pudding. Which ever prime minister that wasn’t attacked might be the culprit.

According to the rat Ikeda, he had a strong suspicion that it was the prime minister of Loch Ness Star itself but there wasn’t any evidence to suggest this. The prime minister of Loch Ness star was barely vocal and he always dressed unconventionally.

He wouldn’t speak much of his opinion, he never fought for funding despite two thirds of his planet being covered in snow and he usually diffused the situation when arguments escalated among the prime ministers.

The Marshal was weary of all prime ministers more especially him because he always seemed like he was wearing a mask.

“Thank you senior... I need to intiate operation dark horse and save as many of them as I can,” he said before dashing out of the highly secure communication room. He wanted to talk about Yi Chen and Zi Han but this wasn’t the best time.

He had to deal with the matter at hand first. As for Ikeda, the man had given him a week to break them apart so he wasn’t worried that his son’s pictures would be published all over StarNet as of yet.

“Initiate operation dark horse. Protect them at all cost in the shadows and let me know which of them isn’t attacked,” he said to the admiral standing next to him before walking away.

At this point he really should be leading them to a secure bunker but if he did that then he won’t know which prime minster wouldn’t be a target. But he was very wrong. He had directly played into the enemy’s hand.

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In a spacious lounge decorated with mostly red and white a man sat on the pearl white couch with his legs crossed at the knees his posture very relaxed.

He had the news report playing in the background. It was a report about a series attack on the Federation’s prime ministers. A smile crept up his face when the news reporter led the conversation in the very direction he wanted.

He caressed the soft couch with his hand with several rings randomly scattered on his fingers. Blending in with the sound of the reporter low sounds of moans and groans seeped into the room.

They were coming from the closed bedroom down the hall. The home was sound proof but he could still hear it. One can only imagine how loud the people had to be for him to hear it.

He closed his eyes as a feeling of nostalgia washed over him. When he was growing up his mother would lock him in his bedroom for hours with the longest being twenty four hours while she was doing it in the kitchen, lounge or bathroom with one of many lovers. He would curl up in a blanket and try to drown out the noise but there was nothing he could do to make the noises stop.

One time his mother even had sex on his bedroom door and for an hour he had endure the rhythmic banging sounds coming from the other side of the door.

Yet now these lewd sounds made him feel very nostalgic. He chuckled as he lay his head back. His dark lipstick seemed to have faded a little but it still looked gorgeous contrasting with his porcelain skin.

Twenty minutes later the door down the hall opened and a man younger than him walked out. The youth nodded at him on the couch slightly before walking out but he just casually glanced away.

He knew his mother liked them young but it seemed they were getting younger and younger now. His lips quirked up as he tucked his short curly hair behind his ears. A pair of slender arms slid down his chest as the familiar scent of dirty vanilla assailed his senses.

He instantly relaxed and let her touch him. His eyes closed he felt those arms roam around his chest as she kissed his cheek. “Did you do what mummy asked,” she said as she let him go.

His eyes still closed he said, “I did... I will do anything to make you happy mom,” he said as he opened his eyes. A bright smile appeared on his face in anticipation. He was anticipating a reward from his mother. This was a twisted pair of mother and son.

This was their story....

Through out this journey the name the mention of the royal family had never included extended family or anything of that nature.

That’s because the Yeoh family had a flaw. They had the greatest gift known to man but as you know god doesn’t give with both hands.

When it came to children, they would get one per generation and of they are lucky maybe two. It was a curse from generation to generation.

The last emperor decided to have another child after his first son and they had managed to conceive another one but despite the amazing technological advancements in the Onyx federation he lost both his wife and his daughter during child birth.

Emperor Yeoh was devastated. At that time his son was only two and had no clue that his mother and promised sister were never going to come home.

He felt very guilty seeing his son sleeping in his bed with his sister’s baby blanket whenever he came home. It was something his son used to do with his mother and now he was alone in bed missing his mummy and the sister he was promised.

Since his son was young and needed a motherly figure in his life Emperor Yeoh married an old friend from his high school days. She was kind hearted and five parts similar to his late wife.

She was married into the Royal family but their wedding wasn’t public neither was she given the title of empress. Her name was Tala and she didn’t seemed to have a problem with it as they had discussed the conditions of their relationship.